I’m not lonely or bored.
Except when I’m lonely or bored.
I wake up and think that I should stay in bed as long as possible, to keep a long day from starting. And I go to bed as early as reasonable, so as to end the long day.
And in the middle, I try to put structure to a day with hours alone while my husband is at work. It’s just me and the cat.
I go to the grocery store. I go to the drug store. I get a haircut. I’ve made appointments for a chiropractor and doctor and psych doc. I plan to join a Bible study that starts in July. I’ve emailed a woman about the local Moms In Prayer group (now on break, but hey, maybe she’ll talk to me anyway). I read. I knit. I do Bible study. I do laundry. I color. I flip TV channels. I call my mom. I call a friend.
I try to do something every day, but I need to add more to my very limited routine. I should be able to get on a treadmill most days per week. Maybe I can alternate it with hiking along the neighborhood walking path, or driving to Shenandoah National Park and hiking there. But it’s difficult to leave the apartment. Inertia: a body at rest tends to stay at rest…
I say I’ll write, but I’m having a hard time being disciplined about it – whether it’s to blog or work on chapters for a book. Can I even write a book? I’ve been told I have one in me, but getting it “on paper” has me intimidated.
I should write. I should exercise. I should go to a coffee shop and strike up a conversation. I should, but I don’t.
I know I wrote about stuff, and not having my stuff around me. But it seems like if I had my stuff, if I was in a house and not this temporary apartment, I might feel less unsettled. At least I’d have something to do – put everything away. Find a home for all the stuff in the boxes. Or get rid of the stuff in the boxes.
Meet the neighbors. Sit outside on my deck. Sleep in my own bed.
But I don’t want my stuff to be what brings me comfort. I want Jesus to be enough. So I’m trying, through prayer and study, to get there. To let go of being unsettled, and to settle into Him. To draw closer. Even closer. Closer still.
It’s okay to talk to Him all the time, so I do. It’s what He wants anyway. And He welcomes me bringing everything to Him. All of these thoughts of discontent that float through my head. I give Him all of my long days, and ask Him to do something with them, something that is good, something that brings Him glory.
I’ll put aside my unsettled self. I’ll rest in His perfect timing. I’ll tell Him about my day, throughout my day. I’ll trust Him to bring the relationships, the activities. And I’ll try to be content in the present moment.
I want to learn to live Philippians 4:11b-13:
…for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.
wow are you reading my mind? other than the “stuff” part. I have my stuff I’m just plain a mess.Discipline/a schedule would help.
Your long list of “shoulds” is nt good. Can you reword it, like, these things would help rather than “shoulds”? (Don’t “should” all over yourself)
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Thanks for the reminder of “should.” Bad habit – I talk to myself in shoulds a lot. I’ll rephrase to myself. Thanks.
Hard to set a schedule, only myself to hold myself accountable. I exercised this morning, now thinking about a nap.
I have bribed myself with naps – lol – “do such and such and you can have a nap.” I don’t feel so guilty (which is a miracle, since I feel guilty about everything, sigh…)
I’m sorry you’re still feeling unsettled. It takes so much longer to settle in than I think it “should.”
Thanks 🙂 I have no idea how to judge that – but I appreciate the encouragement!